205: Chapter 205 Treating Spiritual Weapons Like Grass and Kneeling in Submission

The Old Priest's efficiency far exceeded Su Changge's expectations; in less than an hour, heavy footsteps echoed from outside the hall.

Dozens of Blood Race warriors in black armor, their expressions solemn, worked together to carry several large nanmu chests, entering one after another.

The lids opened, and in an instant, the glow of treasures and the fragrance of medicine intertwined, nearly bursting through the dome of the hall. A small mountain of rare treasures appeared out of thin air beneath Su Changge's throne.

The top layer consisted of neatly arranged jade bottles. There were 'Hundred-Solution Heart-Clearing Pills' specifically designed to counter all the world's exotic poisons, their pill bodies like green jade emitting a strange fragrance; there were also 'Nine-Revolution Life-Sustaining Pellets' capable of instantly mending severe injuries, with pill patterns naturally formed upon them, clearly the work of a Grandmaster.

Beneath the Medicinal Pills were several defensive Magic Treasures with powerful auras. A High Grade Magical Artifact, the 'Mystic Turtle Shell Shield,' had ancient runes engraved on its surface, drawing in Earth-elemental Spiritual Qi. Beside it was a set of soft armor woven from unknown Yao Beast hide and deep-sea sunken silver silk, impervious to water and fire.

Even more eye-catching were several items shimmering with spiritual light. A three-foot green blade with an ice-blue Spirit Stone embedded in its hilt, overflowing with cold Qi. An ancient bronze bell, its body covered in Soul-suppressing runes. These few items were impressively genuine Spiritual Artifacts.

In addition, there were massive amounts of dry rations and fresh water sealed within storage Magic Treasures.

Su Changge sat upright on his throne, his golden mask concealing all expressions. But beneath the mask, his pupils had long since constricted.

These things might be beneath mention to an Ancestor of the Blood Abyss Realm, but to him, a genuine Qi Refining First Layer Cultivator, they were nothing less than a mobile treasure trove for saving his life.

Those 'Hundred-Solution Heart-Clearing Pills' would allow him to be fearless of the Northern Region's miasma. The 'Mystic Turtle Shell Shield' and the soft armor were enough to let him withstand attacks far exceeding his own Realm. And those few Low Grade Spiritual Artifacts, once activated, would allow him to unleash killing power far beyond the Qi Refining First Layer.

With these, his chances of survival on this trip to the Northern Region would increase by more than thirty percent. It was practically changing from a certain death sentence to a thirty percent chance of living.

He desperately wanted to stand up immediately and use a 'Sleeve Dimension' technique to sweep this entire mountain of treasures away.

However, he couldn't.

He was the Blood Race Ancestor, an existence looking down upon eternity. Before his status, these treasures were no different from pebbles on the roadside.

Thus, under the fanatical and reverent gazes of all the Blood Race, Su Changge merely cast an indifferent glance at the treasure mountain and then lightly waved his sleeve. A simple movement, yet it carried the elegance of brushing away the stars.

"My purpose for this journey is to investigate the Origin, not for tempering. Mere external objects are useless to me."

His voice was flat, without the slightest ripple.

"Take them all away."

As his words fell, the hall fell into a moment of deathly silence, followed immediately by an even more fanatical wave of worship that erupted.

In the eyes of all the Blood Race, including the Old Priest, the last trace of doubt vanished, leaving only a prostrate, absolute devotion.

The King—this was truly their King.

So powerful he had completely transcended reliance on external objects; even Spiritual Artifacts were just "mere external objects" in his eyes.

What a transcendent Realm, what invincible strength.

Feeling the increasingly intense gazes of worship in the hall, Su Changge's face remained as calm as water, but his heart was roaring.

Treasures! Those are life-saving treasures!

Especially that Spiritual Artifact longsword; if a minor Qi Refining Cultivator like him could possess it, his combat power would more than double.

Just like that, it's gone.

To maintain this damned persona, he had personally pushed his hope of survival out the door.

The wrinkles on the Old Priest's face smoothed out due to extreme admiration. He bowed deeply again, tremblingly took an item from his robe, and held it high above his head with both hands.

It was a jade talisman carved from ten-thousand-year-old Warm Jade, with a milky-white halo flowing over it and a wisp of golden flame flickering in the center. It was a mark condensed from his own Origin Soul Power.

"My King, this is the 'Soul Fire Messaging Talisman.' No matter where you are, with just a thought, you can send a message back. If you encounter any changes in the Northern Region, even if you just need someone to clear obstacles, please be sure to send word. A million Blood Race sons are ready to be deployed at any time."

Su Changge's gaze fell upon that jade talisman.

This, he could accept.

Refusing material aid is the aloofness of the strong. But refusing a convenient method of communication would seem forced.

He tapped his fingertip lightly, and the messaging talisman turned into a stream of light, vanishing into his sleeve.

"Mm."

A single syllable, yet it made the Old Priest feel as if he had been granted a great pardon.

Having done all this, Su Changge sank his mind into the depths of his consciousness, watching the rapidly ticking numbers on the System panel. After that series of maneuvers just now, his emotion points had surged by another five hundred thousand, bringing the total balance to twelve million.

This was his greatest trump card.

He closed the panel and cast his consciousness into the vast sea of stars that was Old Ancestor Xuantian's memories, his Divine Thought pointing like a probe directly at ancient information regarding the 'Blood Abyss Realm'.

Soon, a complete map of the Blood Abyss Realm unfolded in his mind.

In Old Ancestor Xuantian's memories, there were indeed records of the Northern Region's curse. That curse originated from the ancient Great War of Gods and Demons, and it specifically targeted the Blood Race's Bloodline of Origin.

But for the Human Race, who had no connection to the Blood Race Bloodline, the curse itself posed no great threat.

This discovery caused the heavy stone in Su Changge's heart to crash to the ground.

The Northern Region curse was ineffective against him.

He quickly memorized the precise coordinates of the Northern Region's entrance and, without staying any longer, rose from the throne.

At that very moment, in another vast world separated by infinite Realms, the Cangxuan Dao Domain.

On the edge of the Eastern Wasteland, inside an Immortal Cave atop a celestial mountain, a woman in white sat cross-legged on a prayer mat. She was at the critical moment of stabilizing her Golden Core, with Dao Rhyme flowing around her.

It was the Empress who had returned through Rebirth, Ye Qingyao.

Suddenly, a sharp throb came from her heart without any warning.

It wasn't Qi Deviation, but a resonance originating from the deepest part of her Soul. A wisp of an aura so familiar it haunted her dreams had crossed endless time and space, descending into her perception.

That was Revered Master's aura.

It was him. Even if he turned to ash, she would never mistake it.

Ye Qingyao suddenly snapped her eyes open. In those Phoenix eyes that carried the vicissitudes of eternity, a stormy sea was now raging.

Revered Master is still alive.

He did not perish in that great catastrophe.

She abruptly looked up, her gaze piercing through the Immortal Cave toward the distant depths of the Void Realm, the expression on her face—frozen for ten thousand years—quietly melting away.

"Revered Master."

She called out softly, her voice carrying a tremble she couldn't suppress.

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Blood Abyss Realm.

Su Changge had already left the settlement, heading north at high speed. His cultivation was low, and he couldn't fly, so he could only pour his meager Qi into his legs to perform a basic light-body technique.

A day of travel had nearly exhausted all his Qi and physical strength.

When the blood-colored crescent moon climbed into the sky, he finally reached his destination.

Looking as far as the eye could see, a massive, unparalleled black barrier stretched across the horizon, its top invisible, appearing like a wound that divided the world. That was the Fog Barrier of the Northern Region.

The Fog Barrier churned incessantly like boiling ink, so deathly silent it was unsettling. Gusts of yin wind seeped from it, the sound not like a howling wind, but rather like countless restless Souls wailing in his ears.

Su Changge stood a hundred feet away from the Fog Barrier, adjusted his breathing for a moment, and prepared to step inside.

Just then, a clear, urgent, and terror-filled cry for help abruptly came from within that deathly silent black mist.

"Help! Is anyone there? Help me!"

The voice was crisp and youthful, speaking the language of the Human Race.